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On top of the container are some fruit and a mug of what appears to be broth. Shandra accepts the offer and takes a fruit, feeling the need to nourish herself before embarking on a new wave of information and discovery. As she chews the juicy fruit, Marcus continues his explanation. "The Shadow was formed as a resistance against tyranny and injustice.They are now part of Zirun as an Organization. While you were resting, I gathered the information you were needing. We already have a good north to consider." Shandra's eyes light up with curiosity, but even then, it is hard to contain her voice from showing her distrust and disappointment.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this?” The figure laughed, a hollow, metallic sound that echoed through the room. “Control. Observation. Experimentation. Humanity has potential, but chaos is necessary to understand it. The shadows… they are the perfect tool.” Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “You’re playing with lives—innocent people!” The figure’s hand waved over the console. The shadows outside surged, hundreds moving with terrifying precision. “And yet, here you are. Chosen ones. Survivors. You’ve learned to fight them, but can you destroy them?”

“Yes. If that were the case then there would be no need in the first place to acquire souls. Souls are vital for the continuity of life. If suffering would be inexistent without a soul that would also mean that love would also cease to exist and love is the only thing that can heal suffering. We were designed with individual thoughts and for a reason, if not then we would’ve originally been the zombies the dark shadow wants. Which is why he has to be stopped once and for all. He needs to be eliminated before such a horror will come into fruition.” His lips stretched into a smirk, taking a step closer towards me, “I must say, you’ve finally gotten me intrigued. I can’t wait to see how this al

Yet he had also observed the pattern firsthand—his father's devastation after his mother's unexpected illness, his grandfather's decline following his mate's assassination, historic records documenting similar losses throughout House Nox's lineage. His own personal experience had reinforced the pattern most vividly. As a young shadow adept showing early leadership potential, he had allowed himself genuine connection with a fellow student—brilliant, ambitious Kaelan whose fire magic had complemented his shadow techniques with remarkable efficiency. Their friendship had evolved toward something potentially more significant before Kaelan's diplomatic mission to House Zoryn ended with his body r

thing from earlier. He finally spoke. “Those shadows you saw earlier—those were Shadow Demons. Or Shadow Fiends. They're born from demons whose souls couldn’t fully reform in the Abyss. They’re stuck in a shadow form—hollow versions of their past selves. But don’t be fooled. They can still kill.” I stared, speechless. My brain tried to process his words, but nothing made sense. My head was spinning. “Can you just—tell me why they’re after me?”

"We just want to be prepared. Know what we're in for." He sighs and runs a hand through his short dark hair. Then he seems to pull himself together and nods his head. " Well, first off, he's a legend for a reason. The worst of the worst. All he cares about is blood." "Blood?" I ask, confused. He nods. "All Thantos cares about is blood. His pack is solely made up of pureblooded, born, wolves." "Wait, I thought he took in all the wolves that bowed down to him twenty years ago. That must've included made wolves."

“Shadow what?” “I mentioned it to you earlier, but you focused on the incubus. I can’t blame you,” she said with a shake of her head. “That tall shadow that you saw in your room. He’s a shadow person. They’re a kind of spirit, but they’re not at the same time. Not like the other ones. The shadow people are a malevolent race that has never lived in a human body. They’re earthlings, like us, but they come from a different dimension through portals and attach themselves to humans that they target. Mostly, they stand over them at night and stare at them, but they, sometimes, touch or hurt them too. In rare cases, you’ll find a good one, but most hate us. I have to find the portal that

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

"You know what it is?" "It's called Shadow's Bane. Created during the Shadow Wars specifically to kill your kind." Her voice was urgent. "The Council kept samples, studied them, refined them over the centuries. Just in case a Shadow Wolf ever returned." "Can it be cured?" "There was an antidote. The Shadow Wolves created it themselves during the wars. But when they were all killed, the knowledge was lost." Elara's expression was pained. "I'm so sorry, child. If the healers can't recreate it from scratch..."